paroles de chanson Rips In the Fabric - Vic Chesnutt
She
was
walking
down
a
sidewalk
Sniffing,
sniffing
in
the
wind
Thinking
of
everything
and
nothing
Just
another
flighty
human
being
And
satellites
were
arcing
Undetected
overhead
Her
cells
were
busy
splitting
Engenacing
the
dead
Beauty
is
as
beauty
does
In
the
eyes
of
the
beholder
Or
collectively
in
all
of
us
She
was
waving
to
a
cyclist
As
he
went
coasting
past
In
through
a
lazy
intersection
Toward
the
remainder
of
his
life
And
a
ferrell
cat
went
dashing
Behind
a
dumpster
there
Which
displaced
a
brown
rat
Which
went
fleeing
with
a
comical
flair
We
are
trapped
but
we
are
free
To
go
through
the
motions
And
be
just
as
happy
as
we
can
be
And
later
on
I
held
her
in
my
skinny
arms
My
chapped
lips
were
whispering
esoteric
alarms
But
her
warm
breath
assuaged
me
and
the
music
returned
We
continued
dancing
while
big
forest
fires
burned
Space
is
spooky
and
time
it
is
a
trip
Don't
let
the
preachers,
teachers,
hipsters
fool
you
There
ain't
no
rips
in
the
fabric.
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